Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.